I did a lot of real-live-person stuff in May. (Versus my usual eyeballs-poking-out-from-luxurious-blanket weekend slothery. I did more stand-up! I bombed but it's okay! I helped plan and attended a stagette where I did a Beyonce dance class and learned that with age I have grown 67% more terrible with organized choreography! I got spoiled for Mother's Day and was reminded again how lucky I am to have a husband who collaborates with my kid to make me feel so special!

Do you ever hit Play on a show and know in your bones it is a terrible decision but you do it anyway and then ruin your entire day because you should have listened to EVERY SINGLE CELL IN YOUR BODY? That is essentially my life's work. Ignoring instincts or pushing through them like corn down a goose's throat.

Have you ever done that super cool adult move where you are asked to do something WAY out of your comfort zone (like light years away) but because it isn’t happening for a long time, you say “yes” and, I guess, assume between then and now your very essence will change so much that by the time the thing you said “yes” to rolls around, you will be perfectly fine with that decision?

January is the worst. Name a worse month. You cannot. And don't say September, because I know it is the month where you had to go back to school and the smell when you walk into a Staples is still traumatizing, but my birthday is in September and you may not like being celebrated and being given gifts and hugs and Facebook Pokes and gift cards and gently deflating balloons and gluten free cake perfumed with the smell of freshly blown out candles, but I GODDAMN DO.

As I peck this post out, 2016 is pretty much in the bag. Another yeeeear of delightfully avoiding real life to watch Netflix. Except when I watch True Crime documentaries and scare myself so badly I sleep with 89 lamps on at night.

As my memory is a trash compactor filled with gravy, I love looking back at every #streamteam blog post of 2016 and being reminded of what I deemed freak-out worthy. If I missed something you loved, please let me know. If we're not in this together, 2017 is going to be lame.